defining moments, defining lovers, and brilliant busted thoughts
---defining moments---
"what has been the most defining moment of your life so far?" i asked over lunch. he answers back a small story of accomplishment in his writings. and he paints the words in blood on my heart. he writes me in epic overdoses and southern dust. i skip a beat or so just to know whe's touching my hand. he's lovely. i answer my own question with one moment of affirmation, followed by another a sickness. and i write the words in blood across my arms. i write him in desparation and need. with wild youth and the ever beating heart of some tiny 16 year old lost in his eyes. i imagine things tearing us at our seams. "do you think the distance is killing us?" i ask lying naked on the bed.
---defining lovers---
the silky red crumples and jumps around my hips. a different red from the night before, but no less beautiful. i hold him close. the sheer spreads down to my feet. the preceeding evening's gentleness and tears replaced by fever and constant ache for the very edge of our ability. anticipation and sweat mixing in late afternoon paleness. he puts a hand between me and the wall. he gives me everything i want. i will keep my stockings on until it's over. the silky red slips down around my toes.
---brilliant, busted thoughts---
sooner or later, all the songs that make you shake will be by me.
every sound reminds me of our song.
maybe, baby you could keep me up in bed.
i'm someone's pin-up girl.
afternoons are better when lazy and naked.
i will stop trying to expidite the process.
buy me a puppy.
"what has been the most defining moment of your life so far?" i asked over lunch. he answers back a small story of accomplishment in his writings. and he paints the words in blood on my heart. he writes me in epic overdoses and southern dust. i skip a beat or so just to know whe's touching my hand. he's lovely. i answer my own question with one moment of affirmation, followed by another a sickness. and i write the words in blood across my arms. i write him in desparation and need. with wild youth and the ever beating heart of some tiny 16 year old lost in his eyes. i imagine things tearing us at our seams. "do you think the distance is killing us?" i ask lying naked on the bed.
---defining lovers---
the silky red crumples and jumps around my hips. a different red from the night before, but no less beautiful. i hold him close. the sheer spreads down to my feet. the preceeding evening's gentleness and tears replaced by fever and constant ache for the very edge of our ability. anticipation and sweat mixing in late afternoon paleness. he puts a hand between me and the wall. he gives me everything i want. i will keep my stockings on until it's over. the silky red slips down around my toes.
---brilliant, busted thoughts---
sooner or later, all the songs that make you shake will be by me.
every sound reminds me of our song.
maybe, baby you could keep me up in bed.
i'm someone's pin-up girl.
afternoons are better when lazy and naked.
i will stop trying to expidite the process.
buy me a puppy.
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